IN A SMALL Mexican village, a pueblo of Texas, a modest family lived, laughed, and enjoyed the peaceful tranquillity of their existence as only a Mexican family can. Here, with many of his comrades and amigos, lived Senor Valentin C, his wife, Senora Julia Garcia, and their two niiios, Manuella, a girl of six, and Jose, a boy of four. In the joy of expectancy, the sefiora attempted to forget the chubby brown-eyed ninio she had buried with the good priest's blessing only a few months before. She must make ready to provide suitably for the new baby to come. All winter the sefiora worked and saved. At last all arrangements were made, and even the good God blessed their home. The weather grew milder; Manuella and Jos6 lost their colds; Valentin had steady work; money saved for many months, and hidden carefully, was brought forth; neighboring women came to help; and on a bright March day, little Flora opened her big velvet black eyes. The breeze coming through the open window was laden with the scent of early spring flowers, and thus the Little Flower was named. The family of five lived happily and healthfully, the children sick only occasionally with childhood diseases. As they grew older, all attended the public scho ls where they made average grades, passing regularly and fairly easily. Their diet, like that of their neighbors, consisted chiefly of tortillas (flat cornmeal cakes) and frijoles (beans), with the addition of fresh fruits and vegetables at inte vals. The sefiora, good housewife that she was, saw that her children had milk and fresh greens and fruits as regularly as possible. In 1920 the family migrat to California, Valentin getting work with a railroad company, and continuing to provide steadily for them. In time, Flora entered high school, graduating four years later. In 1939 disaster struck. The good sefiora, after working and providing for her family through the years, and helping Manuella (by this time married, with two children of her own), became too ill to continue, and, at last, died. An abrupt change in the family life followed; no one to guide them, no one to cook for them, no one to plan, no one to supervise. They mer ly drifted. Flora, without utilizing knowledge acquired in the cooking classes of he high school, prepared only the simplest foods possible. Frijoles, mush, bread, and coffee constituted the main fare, with rarely any meat, milk, eggs, or vegetables. She discovered, also, that by eating cereals and nothing else, twice